"And the tools?"
"We must find them."
"Two difficult jobs, perhaps impossible ones. You might perhaps prevail on Macro, but even he can do nothing without tools.... But, if I may venture to say so—it is surely early days for you to have discovered the hollowness of life, and to feel ready to spend the rest of it on a sandbank. Life should hold more in it than that for you."
She looked meditatively across at him for a moment, then seemed to make up her mind. "It is natural you should wish to know.... I will tell you.... It is a somewhat sorry story, but I think you will understand.... My name told you nothing?"
"Nothing—except that it was a very pretty name."
"I feared it would. It is natural, I suppose, to imagine that the whole world knows of one's misfortunes. Have you ever heard of the Countess d'Ormont?"
"The name is familiar to me in some way," he said, staring at her in surprise at the trend this was taxing.
"But I cannot recall——"
"And the Comte d'Artois——"
"Of course!" he nodded. "Now I remember——"